Bits of my brain are busy trying to engage the rest in an existential crisis. I tend to them when I’m stressed. It’s a bit of a quirk. We all have our maladaptive coping mechanisms, though I seem particularly blessed in that regard. I’m old enough to feel my inner Kraken wanting to speak to some kind of manager. My brain is also busy trying … Continue reading There’s No “Right” Life, There’s Just Life – an off-the-cuff joint.
The best and worst thing about recovery is the learning. There’s so much of it. I decided shortly before arriving that my last in-patient treatment was going to be the last. It was do-or-die time, not hyperbole considering both the status of my eating disorder and my recent suicide attempt. Attempts screw you up beyond the issues that got you there in the first place. … Continue reading Important lessons get repeated
Life is full of lessons and you have to work hard to not learn them. I’ve done that in the past, but I’m going in a different direction now. It was my birthday yesterday. Some remembered and some forgot. I forgot myself until my son’s girlfriend reminded me mid-week. The chaos of ill parents and a life in flux put it far from my mind, … Continue reading Life lessons.
I’m turning fifty this week – thank you – and it occurs to me that I’ve acquired some knowledge and insight in that time. I thought it might be interesting to sit with myself and figure out what some of that is. As you travel through life, you pick up interesting bits and pieces of information and form ideas about this, that, and the other. In the interest of symmetry, I decided to share fifty of mine. Some are deep, and some less so.
So, in no particular order, because I’m simply writing things down as they occur to me, I present my list (which, now that I’m finished is very long, so apologies for that):…
Continue reading 50 things I’ve learned in my first fifty years.
From Famine to Feast. 